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Girls who are into free-use, but they don't think of it like that. Because for them, it's completely natural. They don't think about the fact that their boyfriend can always take what he wants sexually, anymore than they think about the fact that he's always welcome to give them a kiss or a hug. It's just an obvious, unquestioned, normal part of being a girlfriend.
Little daughter screaming and crying "I don't wanna play sex today dada!!" And using that as an opportunity to teach her how sometimes you have to play games that other people want to play; you don't always get to choose the game.
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I need a younger sister so badly. I need a girl who I can just take advantage of and put my dick in her tight cunt anytime I like. Iβll cum right inside her while whisper in her ear, βoh fuck baby, youβre too young for this~β
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Tell everyone how well I treat you, cover up my abuses, tell them you were a clumsy dumb cunt that fell down hence the black eyes. And not cuz I beat you up just because watching you cry makes me hard.
She had no idea how she was able to ask it so calmly. She sat on the edge of a bed. The man she had trusted, the man she had accompanied on this "hiking trip" only to end up in this cabin, stood in front of her with a glass of water in his hand. He nodded.
"Then why drug me? If it makes no difference?"
He shrugged. "It's just more fun for me. Up to you, though."
He seemed serious. Had seemed deadly serious for a while now. She considered. How would she like to be raped? Fuzzy and confused, or wide eyed and screaming? It was a terrible choice.
She took the glass. Drank it.
"Will it make me forget?"
He shook his head. "No. I want you to remember everything."
"Paul, why? I trusted you. And you always have girls around you. Why me?"
He took a chair. Closer to her eye level. "I didn't want some slut. I wanted a put-together girl, one with some pride, some dignity. And you're cute. Nice tits, not too big, not tiny. Why not you?"
She felt dizzy. Perhaps from his casual cruelty, perhaps the drugs had started working.
"Let's get started," he said, putting a small package on the nightstand. "Take your clothes off. Wear this."
She took the package, opened it. What spilled out looked weird. The colors were too bright, the details too sharp. Also the drugs? She checked the contents. Lingerie. Stockings, garters, a camisole. A fucking tiara.
"Paul... this is all my size. How long did you..."
"... plan this? Since we met, Lydia. Three years ago. The lingerie sizing is more recent, of course. But I knew from the moment I saw you. Now put it on."
She considered defying him. Spoiling his stupid dress-up game. But he was bigger than her, stronger. He could really hurt her if he got angry.
She started taking her clothes off, blushing as he kept his gaze on her. She felt silly, being embarrassed. As if modesty would still matter in a few minutes.
When she was naked, and started pulling at the packaging of the lingerie, there was a ringing in her ears. The room itself seemed brighter, sharper. When she moved her head the room swayed. Paul seemed bigger and more threatening somehow. She felt anxious.
By the time she had put on the clothing he had chosen, including the fucking tiara, it was even worse. Her skin prickled, so sensitive that even the lace felt painful. Goosebumps rose on her neck and shoulders. It was hard to breathe, and she started hyperventilating.
"Paul... what did you give me?"
He grinned. His teeth were too bright. Everything was too bright, too sharp. Fear shot through her, icy, her heart hammering in her throat.
"Did you think I was making it easier on you? Something to dull your mind?"
He stood up. She followed him with her eyes. Tried to, as the room swayed. He was big, so big. To the ceiling. She was a small, frightened little animal with no escape.
He grinned again. His face seemed demonic, striking terror in her heart. "No, Lydia. For this, I want you wide eyed and screaming."
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